"Colorful Life".

Flowers are growing outside of her soul,

she shivered like she's lost control-

she, a beautiful chaos reaching the light,

inside her features there is no time to die.

Human like her could tastify a God like me,

lost in her discovers, i'm in love with paradise.

-t.f.s.

Night's Young.

Night changes in colors , quietness .

Walls beside you are sleeping.

Melody is a wind longing for rain ,

a stress relief that burns me

underneath self -consciousness .

Moon is waiting for flowers to sleep

just like a mother prepares its child

for a long awaited break .

Part of me would still be lost

In this dark quiet place

where I wish to stay hidden

away from everything ,

just like a magic trick .

If It was just me to ponder

and keep my feelings away

to be whoever I want to be

the world would never stay

along with me ,

under a moon of blessings

where the night goes on

and trees cherish moments ,

as flowers sleep peacefully ,

tender voices crack in silence

and doors creak inside ,

but night is friendly

and still so green

to be thrown away .

-t.f.s.

MARIT LAGE 

by Leon Tukker

Night is a spectator for me and you, a life that's never a flower,but it's a waterfall reaching its never ending saga.

-t.f.s.

Come true//

I tell you I hate the indoors

And you cage me in a room

I say I crave the sky

But you only let me out at night

I tell you how much I hate rituals

And you tell me to follow each by heart

I don't like conventional

Yet you are anything but radical

Each thing you do

Is either dictated

Preplanned or decided for you

My free will dies, eachtime I look at you

I try to walk paths I think will run parallel to yours

We never intersect and somehow that never bothered you

I tell you I don't believe in destinies

Yet we are destined to be doomed

I thought I could fight depression

But the biggest weight holding me from living is you

I say I would like to add flowers to the garden

You say you're out of time

So precious time that only counts for you

None for my pursuits

I can only breath borrowed air

I can only wear forgotten bruises

You say you love me

I don't think it is true

Love doesn't mean to be conformed

To your likings

It doesn't mean to put everyone else's happiness except ourselves

It doesn't mean nothing changes in your life

And I have to sacrifice

Everything till my time is due

In this lie of love I wait

Patiently for my reel to end

Make the final appearance

Let the curtains fall

Once and for all

And this pretend play

Ends at a high note

They will say

Oh they loved eachother so

It's true

But that's a thing about

Pathological liars

They make you believe

In happy endings

That never came true

*

In a liftetime

I'll be the night

surrounding you

drowning you

in magical sleep.

Tomorrow is

a new day line,

and i'll be close

as if it's the last

breath I'd take,

but when I am

a reason for you,

keep breathing-

time's with us.

-t.f.s.

Mind.

Fulfill a destiny

in your hands,

there is no end

there is only death.

-t.f.s.

The Broken Column (inspired by Frida Kahlo's painting)

Love is part of my body ,

a molecule that I'm taking with me along with my loneliness .

For I stay forever young in

pain ,

I shall give freedom a comeback again .

These ribbons tied around

in a knot around my head ,

my body feels death ,

but my mind doesn't

feel the heavy thread.

In a world that doesn't forgive

I'm my own big relief

between you and me .

A "cripple" can see through shit

more than anything in the world,

even when I'm powerless

I can take a single breath

the way my hands

create the shape of a poem .

-l.i.b.

I know.

I know that when I try to take my pain, It's temporary feeling and It still hurts like a thousand times of breaking. My breath leaves my body and It won't let me think properly. It's taking too long to go back to my stable mode. It just burns my whole skin like sun, and gravity is no needed in my head,it just throws my oxygen away. But I need that oxygen. I need that life like I need the homemade bread in the morning, the sweetness...it's taking me back where I used to have a comfort zone. And happiness- just me running down the garden with flowers in a sunny day,having a place to seat on and watch the smiley sky.

And I need that..that patience that takes too much time on my self-improvement,because I still am not blooming yet. I'm trying..I'm learning to stay alive.

-t.f.s.

𝑴𝑼𝑹𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑹.

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴,

𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳,

𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩,𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭,

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭.

𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦,

𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘪'𝘮

𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧

𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴,

𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩

𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘵,

𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸

𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴,

𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴

𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦𝘴,

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥,

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘪𝘵,

𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘳

𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.